Dust Dancers

Funny, Ha, Ha

Rays of sun

boldly streak

in through windows.

My eyes catch sight

of movement-

there they are once more

twinkling like tiny fairies

dancing around in mist.

Clouds move in-

the dancers disappear

in hurried flight.

I wonder where they go

when light fades

and sun sets...

then I see-

they have come to rest

on every surface of my home!

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